Six Alien Ships: Jokes on You...

Since Naomi remained alive, her tracker continued to work allowing Tom to pinpoint her location. The same abandoned warehouse where Angee was almost mind-raped by Jamie…

Approaching from the front, Tom immediately supersped through the door in order to avoid the anvil that Jamie had planted to fall on his head when the door opened. Once in he lent backwards in order to avoid the curved blade that threatened to take his head clean off. Spinning around onto his back as he slid, he ended up using his hands to jump over a curved wood cutting blade that seemed to have been pulled straight off a wood processing plant.

            ‘Jesus,’ Tom exclaimed as a hammer came crashing down upon his foot when he finally came to a stop. ‘Come on Jamie! Fight me brother to brother, or are you too chicken!’

            ‘That was just the opening act,’ Jamie chuckled from the corner. ‘It was just a bonus that any of it actually managed to hit you.’

Before Tom could respond, Jamie kicked him in the face, sending him flying backwards. Tom struggled to his feet and managed to catch a glimpse of Naomi behind Jamie. Coming up with a terribly poor plan, Tom formed a ball of temporal energy and launched it at Naomi’s wrists, although he made it appear that he was firing it at Jamie. Jamie, not realising Tom’s true plan, silently side stepped the ball of energy and ran at Tom, his fists simultaneously striking both Tom’s face and stomach at the same time, causing him to go flying backwards into the wall.

            ‘That all you got,’ Tom managed while struggling to stand. Falling for the taunt, Jamie sped across the room and smashed Tom’s head into the wall. ‘My turn,’ Tom smiled as he used Penny’s mimicry power to punch Jamie in both the face and stomach before rushing across the room and punching his head into the wall.

While Jamie was distracted recovering from the sudden and unexpected attack, Tom sent a barrage of mental attacks at Jamie to delay him long enough form him to destroy all of the lights and thus purge the room into pure darkness. Undercover of darkness, Tom quickly used Myles’ Echolcation ability to map out the entire room and figure out where each of Jamie’s traps were lurking. Surprisingly, Jamie seemed to managed to evade Tom’s echo-mapping.

Suddenly, Jamie’s fist connected with Tom’s stomach and sent him flying backwards and into another wall. Bracing himself, Tom took Jamie’s follow up punch to the head, grabbed the small nanoscopic tracker out of his pocket and pushed Jamie backwards, attaching the tracker to him in the process. Jamie stumbled backwards for a step, managing to stop himself shortly before one of his circular saw traps.

Tom, realising where Jamie was and where the trap was, moved forwards despite his broken foot which he was slowly beginning to feel. Once he was a top Jamie, he forced him downwards and slammed Jamie’s leg down on the trap. Unfortunately for Tom, Jamie react and fired a power beam of death energy that caused Tom to go flying out of the warehouse and into a supermarket across the street. Jamie meanwhile looked down at his leg while weeping. Realising how beyond help it was, he chose to finish the amputation job. He then slowly crawled towards his flamethrower trap and aimed it at his leg before activating it in order to cauterise it.

Tom was quickly surrounded by various customers and staff who immediately phoned an ambulance while Angee quickly rushed through the door, having realised what Tom was planning too late to interfere.

            ‘He’s got a tracker on him now Ang,’ Tom smiled. ‘We won’t lose him again.’

            ‘Yeah, but are we going to lose you?’ Angee asked. ‘I saw that black beam. I know what that was.’

            ‘I was able to factor most of the energy off to one of my other identities. I’ll be fine,’ Tom explained. ‘Have you seen Naomi? Her chains were removed partway through the fight.’

            ‘No, not yet,’ Angee admitted. ‘We’ll find her once we get you in an ambulance and on the way to the hospital.’

Having escaped midway through the brutal fight since she was too weak to aid in the fight. Naomi managed to make it out of the warehouse and into an area where she could create a portal that would take her to a hospital.

Leila was shocked by the sudden white portal, but less so by the white haired girl who slumped through. ‘Naomi,’ she called as she helped her up. ‘Simon! Help me!’ she called through to her partner in the other room.

            ‘What?’ he questioned, turning through the door to see the bloodied and bruised girl. ‘What happened?’

            ‘I don’t know,’ she admitted. ‘Help me get her inside so that the doctors can look at her.’

            ‘Okay,’ he agreed, rushing back out to the ambulance garage to get a stretcher to place her on.

Whilst he was grabbing the stretcher, Leila watched as Naomi’s head began to alternate between white and red. Shrugging it off as an unurgent matter, she ensured that Naomi wasn’t bleeding anywhere externally before moving onto a more thorough examination that ensured that she wasn’t bleeding inside. To her relief, there was no internal bleeding, but she did find that her right leg was broken, her left arm, right elbow, around ten ribs and her left index finger were all broken, and her right index finger just wasn’t there. Once her partner returned, they rushed inside for further examinations and surgery in order to start her on the path to recoverary.